My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me! Chapter 65: Grievance

Fu Ying returned ho from her cram school as usual.

This ti, she didn’t go to his residential area.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw her cousin Cheng Yiyi wearing the ancient costu she arrived in and holding her lute, performing her talents in front of the adults.

Fu Ying clenched her fists tightly with anger, trembled all over, and ran over to snatch back the lute.

"Give back my clothes."

This garnt was hand-made by her mother; when she sent her out of the palace, her mother reluctantly shed tears and dressed her in this garnt.

She cherished it so much that she neatly folded it and placed it at the bottom of the wardrobe, only for soone else to wear it.

Fu Ying couldn’t help but let her tears fall.

Fu Yan wasn’t ho, Fu Yi was at the camp, and Fu Mingchuan, upon hearing that there were guests at ho, was on his way back. The guests at ho were being entertained by Nanny Wu.

Nanny Wu originally wanted to stop Cheng Yiyi from taking the little miss’s things, but she had little say in the matter.

Seeing the little miss cry, Nanny Wu felt heartache.

Cheng Yiyi frowned: "Just wearing one of your garnts makes you cry?"

Fu Mingxia also sided with her daughter: "Child, why are you crying? It’s just an old garnt of yours."

"Give back my clothes." Fu Ying’s red eyes stared intently at Cheng Yiyi, repeating each word with added emphasis, "Give back my clothes."

"What’s going on?"

Fu Yan ca ho from outside, humming a tune in a good mood; as soon as he walked in, he saw Fu Ying holding the lute, her eyes red with anger, glaring at Cheng Yiyi.

Fu Yan felt a headache seeing Cheng Yiyi.

"Brother Yan, I just wore my sister’s garnt, and she’s so stingy that she cries, isn’t that too delicate?" said Cheng Yiyi.

Fu Yan frowned at the gown worn by Cheng Yiyi.

That was the garnt Fu Ying wore when she attended the Hanfu enthusiast gathering; after that, he hadn’t seen her wear it, and now it appeared on Cheng Yiyi.

Fu Yan looked at Fu Ying, the little one’s face streaked with tears.

Her eyes were cold and angry, and because of the crying, they were bloodshot.

Like a hedgehog.

Fu Yan extended his hand, rubbing her little head, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Fu Ying, with tears in her eyes, didn’t speak but reached out to hug Fu Yan’s waist and started sobbing with her face buried against him.

Fu Yan’s heart trembled, forgetting how long ago it was since Fu Ying last cried like this.

Suddenly becoming a little soft bundle like this, her crying was too heartbreaking.

Fu Mingxia said from the side: "Look at this child, crying over just wearing one of her garnts, so young and yet so cunning."

Fu Yan frowned deeply at that.

"Yingying, be good, don’t cry." It was the first ti Fu Yan had spoken so gently to Fu Ying.

After frequently bickering with her, he thought she was a tough girl.

But this crying made everyone’s heart soften.

"Don’t you have your own clothes? Why wear soone else’s? Or do you just like other people’s things?"

Cheng Yiyi was stunned, not expecting Fu Yan to be angry, and knowing she was in the wrong, she looked towards Fu Mingxia.

Seeing her daughter being scolded, Fu Mingxia was unhappy: "Fu Yan, how can you talk to your sister like this? Why are you so harsh?"

"Auntie, how exactly are you teaching your daughter? She likes to take other people’s things so much?"

"You!" Fu Mingxia was so angry that she couldn’t argue with Fu Yan.

"Cheng Yiyi, I give you five minutes to take off the garnt."

Cheng Yiyi felt that the garnt was tailor-made for her and initially wanted to show off to her brothers when they ca back, but now Fu Yan treated her this way.

Her eyes red, Cheng Yiyi ran into the bathroom, took off the garnt, and threw it at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was about to squat down to pick it up when Fu Yan pulled her back.

"Cheng Yiyi, you had better pick up the garnt."

"Enough, Fu Yan. Yiyi has returned the garnt to Fu Ying; what more do you want?" Seeing her daughter in difficulties, Fu Mingxia said with heartache.

Fu Yan wasted no words, took Cheng Yiyi’s mobile phone, and with a loosening grip, it dropped to the ground.

"I’ve returned the phone too."

Cheng Yiyi: "..."

Fu Mingxia: "..."

Fu Ying sniffled, "..."

Suddenly felt that her elder brother did sothing very human, and seed a few degrees more handso.

Fu Yan picked up the clothes, handed them to Nanny Wu, and specifically, as if with disdain, instructed, "Use so disinfectant when you wash the clothes, Nanny Wu."

Nanny Wu nodded, "Yes, Second Young Master."

Cheng Yiyi’s face looked terrible.

Fu Yan looked down at Fu Ying and asked, "Big brother has made the decisions for you, are you still going to cry?"

Fu Ying blinked her glistening eyes and shook her head, "I won’t cry anymore."

"Get lost upstairs."

"Okay."

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes, surprisingly not talking back to Fu Yan, and went upstairs clutching the lute.

The room had been searched, and Fu Ying imdiately put down the lute to check the diary, to see if it was undiscovered.

Fu Ying stared at the ssy wardrobe, her brows furrowed tightly together.

She approached and saw the jade hairpin she wore on her head when she ca through had been broken in half.

The anger that had subsided flared up again, and Fu Ying, holding the hairpin, went downstairs.

Fu Mingchuan had already returned and was sitting on the sofa having tea with Fu Mingxia.

Cheng Yiyi sat there obediently, while Fu Mingchuan praised her for being sensible and obedient.

Fu Ying walked straight over, picked up the tea from the table, and splashed it on Cheng Yiyi’s face.

Everyone was stunned.

"Who told you to touch my things?!"

Fu Ying’s eyes were red, and she raised her voice: "Who told you to touch my stuff? What gives you the right to touch my things?!"

Fu Mingchuan was stunned, not yet understanding what had happened, and couldn’t help asking, "What’s wrong with Yingying?"

"Are you sick?!" Cheng Yiyi wiped the water off her face, furious with embarrassnt.

"What are you doing, Fu Ying? Isn’t it just that your sister Yiyi wore your clothes for a bit?"

Fu Ying stared at her dead in the eye, her gaze was chillingly cold.

Her fingers clenched the jade hairpin tightly; the broken edge cut her finger, and blood flowed from between her fingers, dripping onto the floor.

Fu Mingchuan was startled and hurried forward, "What’s wrong, Yingying? Tell daddy."

This was given to her by the Empress Mother.

It was her nto of the Empress Mother here.

It had aning.

Now it’s broken.

Everything’s gone.

In the past few months, his daughter had been well-behaved and rarely acted like this.

Fu Mingchuan pried open her hand, holding the jade hairpin that had broken in two.

Seeing the cut on his daughter’s finger, Fu Mingchuan felt heartache: "Darling, let Nanny Wu treat your wound first."

Fu Ying did not speak, her eyes red, but the tears never fell.

How could she tell Fu Mingchuan?

One was his daughter, the other his niece.

Telling him would only make him feel awkward.

Fu Ying left ho with the jade hairpin in her hand.

She wandered aimlessly on the street.

Not knowing how long she walked or where she went.

Only to lift her eyes and there he was.

Shen Liguang had just left his family’s restaurant with Qian Zheng and Wu Xiaowu.

The girl with red eyes, just stood by his car.

She probably hadn’t expected to see him either, a look of surprise in her eyes.

But unexpectedly, tears began to roll uncontrollably from her eyes.

At that mont, Shen Liguang’s heart ached suddenly, and he felt a heavy weight.